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Snowbird of Paradise 
A flower bed, we’ll leave the light on for you.
Hahaha! Why didn’t I think of that??
Vera, you are a wonderful optimist. My thoughts were along the lines of: why place dirt in the baby’s cradle as spooky music went through my mind. Either I read too much or I need to go out more, oh wait, we can’t!
That’s funny, MB. Now just stop with the spooky music, OK?
Incubating a baby garden.
That can be read two ways, Sally. I’m going with ‘a garden that is just beginning” and not “a garden that grows babies.” 🙂
Isn’t the place you buy new plants called a nursery?
Right! I’ve never understood why until now.
Ha! I didn’t see it when I wrote it…but I like it! Either way. 😀
This made me laugh. Thanks.
You are most welcome! I’m glad I brought a smile.